so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
--wm carlos williams, "the red wheelbarrow."
(for second annual brigid in cyberspace (silent) poetry reading.)
more later-- promise. been busy with broken-ish pc, drowning in stitch markers, love-love-hating knee high socks (you'll plotz), and a birthday. oh and the metamorphosis, again (almost appropriate if not self-indulgent)...
"...Her body can't withstand the flash
of force so heavenly; that nuptial gift
consumes her flesh; she is reduced to ash."
9 comments:
Good to know you're still around!
Poor Semele, she didn't know what she asked.
Love the image. And a little Ovid never hurt anyone.
I'm glad to know you're still out there! Was getting a little worried. Looking forward to seeing these knee socks of which you speak...
Wow! William Carlos Williams. Nice choice.
Oh, so close to figuring out my online name!
" That conscious of her shame, avoids the light,
And loves the gloomy cov'ring of the night;
The birds, where-e'er she flutters, scare away
The hooting wretch, and drive her from the day."
Lovely poems and photo!
beautiful, just beautiful! Thanks for participating!
William Carlos Williams... in the 8th grade, our english teacher told us at the beginning of that semester that he would be teaching us a poem that we would remember for the rest of our lives. I was 14 then... now I'm 39, and I still remember it word for word. And I'm still amazed that such a teeny bit of verse carries such an impact. Thanks for the memory.
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